Shooting the hoop of hood I have.
Sometimes glare through the Sun.
Or the motion focus on the body rythm rush.
The miss are to catch another effort.
Making are the once God look into alive.
But the audience is missing,
when the birds seem know what they are doing fly by.
As I mind my shots with each forseeing eyes.
That only the grass follow in the endless wave.
By the wind of God's breath saying,
those lucks may keeps you going,
and those passed away are making more and more memories.
For I did play by the cars and people's power made.
Then will play by the momentum returns by decade.

球場

我有過在練球。
有時面對陽光。
或是注意著身體的韻律。
失去是製造更多努力。
成功是神看進我人生。
但是觀眾忽隱忽沒。
像那鳥兒們知道往哪裡飛過。
而我管我的球和眼光。
只有那綠草跟著自然律。
被那神吹出的風說著，
那些運氣可以讓你一直走。
那些走過去的又有了回憶。
是為了我有過在神給的車人裡一份。
然後將會回到這一分在這動恆量裡。